I was heading towards my next class which is Maths. I hate this subject, really. Especially when the teacher is an ugly-looking old man. I have a feeling that he hates everyone on this planet except for himself.

Though, when I arrive, I see a gorgeous woman sitting on the teacher's chair. She's young... She must be a student. But why is she sitting where the teacher is supposed to be?

I come up to her and place a hand on the desk before her, a flirtatious smile playing on my lips.

"Hey, gorgeous," I call out to her. "You're sitting on the wrong chair. The teacher is supposed to sit here."